I'm definite going to need something much stronger than wine. "So Jane," my uncle says catching my attention "how have you been?". I lean back into my chair to think about my answer. I can say that I'm the happiest girl in the world and that I'm glad to be here with them or I can tell him the truth. "Well let's see tio after your dear brother here got me kidnapped and dragged to the middle of no where I can honestly say I've been fucking miserable" I decide to go with the truth. "Jane watch your language" my dad dares to correct me. Is he fucking kidding me? Watch my language? Really? How about watch who you are killing. Thankfully the waiter comes back just in time with my wine. "Well there must be a good reason why my dear brother dragged you all the way out here" my uncle looks over to my dad. There is no surprise there of course he would take his side. He is his brother after all. I bet if it was the other way he would do something or even maybe some thing even worst than that. "I would love to hear the answer" I fold my arms across my chest as I look over to my father who is staring my uncle down. If looks can kill I'm pretty sure my uncle would be dead by now. "Well?" I arched my eyebrow waiting for his answer. My uncle gives him a small nod for him to go on. Is there something I've missed here? "Because I missed you" he simply says as if that was a good of a reason.
Un-fucking-believable! So because he fucking missed me he got me kidnapped and dragged all the way here and in the process got Gabe killed? He couldn't be like any normal father and call me. Even if he didn't have my number I'm pretty sure he could of gotten it. I feel a new level of anger towards him. "Wow dad," I start clapping catching the tables next to us attention I don't give a damn if I got every ones attention in the damn room "if you put it that way all is forgiven". Sammy takes a sip of her wine, my uncle shakes his head, and my father just stares at me "Now Jane-". I slide the chair back I really don't care what he has to say to me right now "If you excuse me I need a drink" I walk away before my father can say another word.
Because he missed me. Ha! He couldn't come up with something more believable? Something like he feared for my life or something was terribly wrong with his health and he only had a few months to live. Maybe then I would of probably understand him but because he missed me that is just him being selfish. Always thinking about himself and no one else. What about me? What about what I want or my feelings? I was so into my thoughts that I walked right into a waiters with a tray full of water. "I'm so sorry" she says as the water spills all over my dress. Great just fucking great! I knew I should of stayed my ass home. "No I'm sorry" I grab the small towel she hands me. My dress is all wet it's sticking to me like a second skin my nipples instantly get hard due to the cold water. "Oh my god I'm so sorry please let me help you" she says as she leans down to pick up the glasses. "It's okay it was my fault" I squat down to help her. The least I can do is help her it was my fault after all if I wasn't so into my thoughts I would of seen her coming. "Please let me help you or I could get fire and I really need this job" she chant as she picks up the glasses. The last thing I want is for her to lose her job over some thing that was my fault. "Okay" I give in.